It was a normal day in Ponyville. The sun was shining brightly in the summer afternoon as ponies were filling the paths around the small town. I was going for my daily stroll around the town that day. Too much time indoors can tend to have negative effects, and I knew that from first hand experience. It had been a while since I had last been outside, and it was taking my eyes much longer than they should, to adjust to the light.
You see, I spend most of my time indoors. I sit down whether thinking, reading, or talking to myself. I never really had many friends, despite my greatest efforts. Pinkiepie was constantly pestering me about it. Because of this, I have decided to spend my time alone with nothing but my thoughts to keep me occupied. It isn't the healthiest thing to do, but it is what I chose to do with my time. The time I spent thinking, the weirder my thoughts were, and the weirder they would become. I, of course, didn't realize it until I was too far gone. I had thoughts about killing and what not but that was expected. One that really stood out was my thoughts of kidnapping. It was odd, but I felt like it was something that I could easily pull off. It wouldn't be too hard to find somepony that no one really knew about. I myself am not very well known so no one would ever suspect me. I had all the right ideas just nowhere that I could keep the point that I took. After more and more time this thought kept coming into my head so I decided it would be time that I took this thought and turned it into a reality. The first problem was who I would take and where I would keep them.
After a few hours of thinking about who it'd be the easiest to lure into my trap and not cause to much distress in the process, I figured Scootaloo would be the best choice. Now where to keep her... I have a fairly small house and it isn't like I could just ask somepony to expand it in some way. That would bring too much attention to me. No, if I wanted a place to keep her I would have to make it myself. after a few more hours of thinking, as the sun began to set, I had a perfect idea. I trotted down to the closest hardware store and got everything that I would need. As soon as I got back home I dropped everything in the main room and got to work. I grabbed my shovel and started to dig out back. I continued digging until it was a ramp that went down about ten feet leading under my house I grabbed some of the wood I had and started putting up supports, as I started to make a full and complete basement from scratch. After a few weeks of working almost nonstop, taking breaks only to eat and sleep, it was finally done. I had made a basement complete with concrete walls, floor, and ceiling with one single light hanging in the center of the room. It was perfect. Now that this was done, all that I had to figure out is how to get Scootaloo. With Nightmare Night just around the corner, it would be almost too easy.
Every year I would do the same thing. Turn off all my lights and sleep, mainly because I didn't have candy or I didn't want to talk to people that I didn't know. This year would be different. I went out and bought candy so my plan could come into action. I got assorted candy but nothing that couldn't be tampered with, without looking like it was brand new. All that it would take a little bit of Temazepam, so that's exactly what I got. I carved it into the size and shape of a smartie and put it in a package in place of a normal one. I twisted it back up and made sure that you couldn't tell I did anything to it. I set the candy down, next to a full bowl of candy, as to not look inconspicuous. It was all coming together. Now I just needed a costume. I went down to the store and looked at what was still left. With tomorrow being Nightmare Night there wasn't much left, however, they had exactly what I needed. An adult ninja costume. As soon as the Cutie Mark Crusaders come by to get their candy, I could leave and have a reason to be sneaky without looking suspicious. Also, no one would know who I am because my whole body and face would be covered. I got back home and waited till the next night. I will go through with this. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to do it. I was going to have my own little filly that I could do whatever I wanted with. It will happen. I won't be found out. This is perfect.
It was finally time. After what felt like the longest day of my life it was finally night. Varios ponies came to my door and to each of them I gave them all a handfull of candy. At last I could see the cutie mark crusaders coming by towards my house i grabbed the smarties in one hand with some other candies and another handfull in my other hand. as they rang the doorbell I opened it and saw them. Apple Bloom was a dressed as a vampire with a cloak and fangs. Sweetie Belle was a zombiw with fake stitches in varios places and fake blood around them. Scootaloo was what i really wanted to see though. she was a punk rocker. She was wearing black eyeliner and mascera with black lipstick. She was wearing fishnet leggings and a leather jacket with the collar flipped up. I gave her the handfull with the smarties and Sweetie Belle, who was next to her, the other handfull. I them grabbed another handfull and gave it to Apple Bloom.
"Thanks" the three of them said as they walked off
Now was my chance. I turned off all my lights and left out my back door and started to pursue my victim. After about an our they all said goodbye to each other and began to head home. I quietly followed Scootaloo home and waited as she went into her room. I guess I was lucky because she left her window opened. She probably had it opened to let in colder air. I didn't care why it was open. to me all that it meant was I had a way to get in to her room and out without anything blocking me. I must have sat there waiting as she ate the candy and played games. after a while she started to get tierd and she started looking quite dissy. That was it she had eaten the "smartie" and it was taking its effect. Soon after she had passed out on her floor. I climed in her room and grabbed her. by this time the streets had cleared out and everypony had gone home to sleep. That didn't change me being super cautios on my way back. It felt like a very long walk back but i made it back. I took to my back yard and set her down. I unlocked and flung open the two metal doors leading to my basement. I picked her up and set her down on the floor inside. I turned or the light. I grabbed the rope and duct tape I left down here and stated to restrain her. I tied here up to one of the supports near the center of the room. I taped her front hoofs together behind the post and her back hoofs together in front. I didnt bother putting tape on her moyth. I liked how she looked and the tape would've ruined her lipstick. I went over to the doors and closed them. I waited inside for her to wake up. After a few hours she opened her eyes and loked around confused. She saw me and now is when the fun begins.
"Hey" she said. "Who are you and where am I"? I just sat there looking at her. "Hey" she said louder.
I went up to her and punched her in the face. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me." As I said that she stood there in shock stil processing what had just happened. I won;t lie though. she took the hit like a champ.she didnt look like she was going to cry. In fact it didn't even look like she was trying to hold back tears.
"Help" she started yelling as she came to terms with what was happening.
I punched her again this time in the gut, knoicking the wind out of her. "Now now, we can't be having that noiw can we. Not because someone might hear you. No, I made sure that this room is soundproof. We cant be having that because i dn't want to hear you yelling."
As she began to breath again she looked at me and began crying as she realised what was really happening to her. "Why" she asked. "Why me"?
I sat back down. "Of all the people in ponyville you would probably be the one that the least amount of people would realise if you went missing. On to why I did this, well that is something else entirely. When you are alone for a long enough time without talking to someone you start to get really odd thoughts. Your mind starts to get messed up and the thought of having somepony to myself popped up one day and it seemed doable enough that I decided that I would go through with it. Don't worry though little scootaloo. Very soon you will learn that you will be stuck here. This is you new life and you will learn to accept that. Im going to teach you to be grateful that i am going to keep you alive. I don't have to of corse. I. copuld always just kill you and move on to somepony else."
"Your a monster" she said.
"Thats now way to talk to your master" I replied. "I am just a pony like anypony else. I just happen to have different thoughts. And you well you are now just trash. an object to me." At this point mascera was running down her face. I don't know what it was but something about that made me happy. "Now go to sleep will you. we have a long day tomorrow and i want you to be awake for it."
"You'll never get away with this. Sompony wi-" I cut her off grasping her throat.
"Oh you poor poor soul. I already have. Now do as your told bitch."
